Cash App

I done fell on hard times I might not make it
I've hit rock bottom dog I can't even fake it
Only option to borrow
Can't drown in my sorrow and get white boy wasted
Not enough to waste it
Revenge is sweet but I'm numb I can't taste it
Funds on the run and I can't even chase it
Trying to do well with too far to go
My Bank of America is bombing with no terrorist
No surprise if I end up in somebody court
The way I'm dodging bill collectors like it was for sport
Put it all on credit knowing that I can't afford
To pay it back quickly
I'm sure they're probably sick of me
My wife has taste
If I could I'd buy her Tiffany's
Instead I got her covering our meal and the tip for me
If it got bad enough I know she'd hit a lick with me
I got to change something or I'm sure that we'll be history
So here I'm coming humble as I've ever been
Dollar from dead broke and hear you got the medicine
You can save my life using nothing but an app
And I promise that I'll pay you right back

Can you hit me on my cash app
Can I borrow fifty dollars I promise to give it right back
I got a check on the way
Can you hit me on my cash app
I've fallen on hard times but promise to get it right back
Soon as I get paid

So All you care about is a dollar bill
That's how you feel
Some butterfly doors in between your spinning wheels
A thousand ones you can throw at clubs for the thrills
While people like me are struggling to pay our bills
Oh you got some drug money you can actually blow
You don't want it to save you just want it show
Are you actually a slave if all of your chains glow
Thats something to consider dog but I don't know
I ain't had it like that in a while
Maybe never
Can't make it rain barely got clothes for the weather
But that rain is coming s.w.v
Owe interest on my debt so it's double the fee
Voicemail full of bill collectors coming for me
Money talks I don't even got a reason to speak
So my phone stays on silent
Pumping gas counting all the mileage
Shit
There's gotta be a life for me better than this
Like a crib with a dog and a white picket fence
The homies told me start making investments
But I don't got the dollars
So it don't make sense
So here I'm coming to you humble as I've ever been
Dollar from dead broke and know you got the medicine
You can save my life using nothing but an app
And I promise that I'll pay you right back

Can you hit me on my cash app
Can I borrow fifty dollars I promise to give it right back
I got a check on the way
Can you hit me on my cash app
I've fallen on hard times but promise to get it right back
Soon as I get paid



Credits
Writer(s): Alfred Wilson Jr Coles, Mykael Juran Ratchford, Dustin Scott Williams, James Iii Jones
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